Breathing

The masses backed into a corner
forcing themselves out of the ground
I've paid my dues for this moment
witness several hundred people
become one

And all the faces melt together
the energy syncs to the sound
and we no longer name each other.
We are the building, itself.
And as the world can hear it screaming
this energy now has a pulse.
Some scream for anger
others for change
our independence is our curse.